While growing up I could have filmed my own Christmas Toy Story—guns, cars, trunks, aeroplanes, soldiers, and so on.
Some three weeks ago I posted Christmas was never really about Christ, implying that it was more about us. And in lieu of our Christmas gifts, I stand by my post.
9 After the wise men heard the king, they left. The star that they had seen in the east went before them until it stopped above the place where the child was.10 When the wise men saw the star, they were filled with joy.11 They came to the house where the child was and saw him with his mother, Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. They opened their gifts and gave him treasures of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. (NCV, emphasis added)
So how come the gifts are about US now? Unless we mean to somehow give and receive gifts and hope that they serve as reminders of the wonder and beauty of the Incarnation, God becoming human and taking up residence among us.
But I don’t think my toy guns ever served that purpose.